[Intro: Point Blank]
Hahahaha, ay, this the last song on my album (Ay, it's killa man)
Haha, y'all know what's up, this that S.P.C. time (Yeah)
But we gon' do it a little different this year
I got Street Military in the house
(Nobody in the world can punk us)
My boy [?], PKO, Bizarre, ay
Ay, yo', man, I'm just gon' throw the mic up
(The unstoppable, the unstoppable)
But whoever get it, uh, just handle y'all business

[Verse 1: PSK-13]
Aw, shit
Point Blank threw the mic up, somehow, it landed in my fist
6-1-2-20, bitch, underhanded, plus I'm pissed
Ain't nothin' change but the clips
And some old chumps just got bumped off
Gave that axe some rest, just sawed the barrel of my pump off
Time to flex again, it's gettin' close to the end
Damn, I'm vexed again
More ignorant than a Mexican
Hold up a second, I got my second win
Slappin' that university, 1-3 done got his diploma
4 years of hard knocks, walkin' blocks, leavin' n***as in comas
Jack the n***a for some cheese
Then took the money from out behind
Straight soakin' weed, plus dead bodies uppin' formaldehyde
So I'm Mr. Sandman, please bring me a coffin
Better yet, bring 2 or 3, 'cause I be bumpin' n***as off often
Then you'll ask yourself why PSK-13 ain't never seen
Got away clean from the murder scene, just me and my Glock-17
I travel solo, me and my Timberlands with the steel toe
I swing that axe, then flow, ho's trippin' off these no doughs
[Verse 2: Klondike Kat]
Bitch, I'mma murderer, ho, so run for your life
Hide your fuckin' wife from the twelve blade butcher knife
Sni-per, death occurs in a blur
From the cyanide suicide battle cat lyrical purr
They comin' in thousands, and Kat, he thinks no pity
Electrified, blowin' up street towns and cities
Evacuate, no haste to race for the gates of Hell
Ten n***as fail, as I exhale
The lyrical rhymes got yo' ass in a vice, now there's knives
Ten thousands bombs implanted in a homing device
Slice twelve mice with a sharp grain of rice
Wanted in Hell for the murder of the anti-christ
Klondike Kat, destroying all opponents, and it
Blew up thirty galaxies, then rebuild in one minute
One rip from my claw grips new meat to gnaw
Disintegratin' a world with a corpse and a chainsaw

[Verse 3: Komodo DBX]
It's the master and activist, I flow styles accurate
The shit I attack you with's so hard, it have to hit
'Cause I come aggin' shit, I can talk the talk, and back the shit
Competition rappin' done faced me, slashed they wrists
DBX can tap shit, rip and repatch it
From one sound of the snap kick gets me so high I'm mad sick
So fly like an eagle
But I never could sing and shit, I jet, block, swing and hit
You slip into a coma whenever I connect mine
Keep from the TEC-9, I'll make you respect mine
Put the pistol to ya head, and explode in ya eardrum
It's strictly routine, I do that, and make a bear run
So here come DBX, come DBX-uh
Causin' more destruction than tyrannosaurus rex-uh
So now you know, I ain't the n***a to be fuckin' with
Unless you got big titties and you suckin' dick
[Verse 4: Black]
N***a, blast your Glock two times if you claimin' that, G
And I'll be damned if you don't die bitch, if you aimin' at me
Break yourself while I take your wealth with this .211 jack, G
So act like you knew, it's Bl'izz'ack out them Backstreets
Up on parole, bitch, and I ain't scared to go back
'Cause that Glock'll fry yo' ass, straight rock-a-bye yo' ass
Lay yo' head on my pillow, and watch you wind up a goner
'Cause that silencers real, ho, and I'm gonna put you in a coma
Yo', it ain't a common for a n***a like me to store a
Bag full of bodies in the back of my '94 Explorer
But you can call me the Boogieman cause I be bumpin' off these marks
All the way to sugar land, to the Woodlands, back to South Park

[Verse 5]
Pullin' out my Glock, now watch these n***as drop
I'm creepin' through yo' cut, and everybody gets - popped
Aggravated and frustrated, I know you hoes hate it
Extra clips and one in the chamber, bitch, you can't fade it
I'm from the Park, the mothafuckin' Hyde Park
Caught slippin', get jacked in the heart of the mystic dark
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, I break bricks
Slit a n***a dick if he fuckin' with the clizznick
Pistol grippin' and whippin' a n***a in the '94
Ho's better surrender when I'm comin' through the back door
Don't ever violate, or step in my corner
Take yo' last breath, bitch, or slip into a coma
[Verse 6: Lil Flea]
Best you don't even test, 'cause I'm feedin' slugs to the test
Bullet wounds be bleedin', and leakin', blood through the vest
Look at all my missions I make, Crip walk, decisions to take
And you know any distance, I'll break
Cops tend to get dropped like fly weight
Better get some cuffs and shackles
'Cause I'm just too rough to wrestle
It'll take about 3 to tackle, it'll take about 4 to gaffle
N***a, don't you know, comin' off some must
And I just can't be stopped
Put part-time cop in a lifetime box, on his night crime watch
If he pull me over, and I'm sober, I might let him live
If he pull me over, and I'm high, that's gon' get him killed
Fuckin' with Lil Flea, you will be dead and disposed of
Kill him in his sleep up in his bed, 'cause it's no love
N***a, don't you know
My life is through and then I don't give a fuck
'Bout runnin' up in yo' house and bumpin' you off
And leavin' ya stuck
He done see my shit park, and it's piss dark on yo' fuckin' corner
Us killers gonna leave you in a fuckin' coma

[Verse 7: Pharoah]
The Killer Klan Organization, Military of the Streets wasn't soft
Pharoah's the type [?] to keepin' his mouth closed since elementary
Straight bone head up as I walk dawn a hall of strangers
Eager to peak over the tallest wall of danger
Let me remind ya, they'll find ya, fuck offed in a field, all for real
I ain't got time to be playin' right now
Son of a bitch, I'm down to kill and get away (get away)
'Cause the bearface won't hesitate to come investigate
So I best just break, fuck stains
Call me the king of thugs, and n***a that love to see ya die
A murderous that I heard of, bitch, don't let me get hold of that fry
'Cause if I do, I'm out of control, ya see
For nothin', that all I be thinkin', it's yo' life you owe me
I'm a ignorant son of a bitch, I been that way
Ever since the day my old lady spit me out her split
See, I don't give a damn about droppin' lead and imitate his head
'Cause after that, I bust him again, and make sure the n***a's dead

[Verse 8: K.B. Da Kidnappa]
Take a look at this crooked
Aw man, you are now bein' introduced to the quickness of a n***a
Really, I don't give a fuck, n***a, don't test your skill
I'mma eat 'em up, beat 'em up, 'cause he can't keep up
Better be no one to get rid of me
A power, drill style clickin', it's inside of me
Better be no one, finna be no one on this level that I'm on
A racin' G, it's a, n***a, K to the I to the D-N-A-double P-E-R
How you gon' react
I figure that you don't wanna be in the same room as me
I'mma clickin' style, changin', rearrangin'
Confused in the mind control, a holder of a 9
Comin' at your number one contender
Hit him from the back, did it in the way of a master
[?] Well even he can't understand how wicked a n***a can get
Anyway, come follow me
I'm one of the inventors of the next episode, I'mma fascinate
Remember the man with the skills, the hand movements
'Cause I'm rulin', enter the ways of a panther
Ask a mothafucka, man, I'd never-

[Verse 9: Triple XXX]
Now I'm back with this mothafuckin' shit
This n***a think it's a game, but not test the click
With a tat-tat-tat, this shit never even stop
That's why I'm leaving, yo', I like to bust on a cop
Cause them mothafuckas tryin' to play us like [?]
But I was one of them n***as that blast, G
With a tat-tat-tat, you will slip into an coma
Cause you's a bitch, and plus yo' ass is like a goner
That's why I click, and I will never stop
Until I see the infrared on yo fuckin' head, dreads
You bled, it's real, reality, it hurts
And you is in a coma, will you reach the dirt?
Bitch!

[Verse 10: Grimm]
The night is my power, that I must sleep is my weakness
Slipped into the coma, out in the streets with no treatments
So therapy, hysterics is the reason people stare at me
Prepare to be, guaranteed, one of the many scared of me
Skulls and crossbones, shouldn't have been frontin' homes
Got a path for cappin' domes, snappin' backs and castin' stones
Caught in a sleepwalk, y esto si e certo
To los que me cruzan, so los que de muertos
Murder the ones that cross me, heard of the guns go off, G
Best stop us now, what Imma do, but when through
'Cause I'm knowin' it's goin' to cost me
Lookin' out for the best of 'em
Then I'll have to shadow the next to Grimm
I could've meant that, within, there's some things
And you're done at the hand of a Mexican

[Verse 11: Dope-E]
Competition gettin' drove with a lyrical blow
The Holocauster grab the mic
'Cause I don't wanna hear you no mo'
So, you wanna know where my skill's at?
All around musician and intelligent lyrics, I'm pro black
I'm only [?], playin' terror tracks, makin' ya vomit
Those who wanna challenge are the dumbest, becometh
Gather around, and feel the whole diameter
Cut the circle in half with exact parameters
Mathematics allows me to retaliate numerically
One by one, they get a gun and still, they flee
They realize, no place to hide on the earth
So even jumpin' back in momma's womb
Changed out, did it, and rebirth
Still and yet, I rewind time, 'cause I'm Dope
Flip like a reciprocal, 'cause I'm a kaleidoscope
Shift my attack in a devious mode
Rhymes deeply rooted, not in spirit, but I got ya soul

[Verse 12: Alkatrazz]
Yo bitch sucked my dick, now, don't you think that's a nice trick
Not half as good, lend me yo' ear, and catch this ice pick
Alkatrazz is comin', comin' slowly for the night shift
Fuckin' over cops, and fillin' they assholes with nightsticks
It's kind of cruel, some say that I'm the Devil's tool
I'm no ones fool, I feel like bombin' an elementary school
I'm having flashbacks of asscrack for punction
Walkin' through class, 11 years old, grenades in my lunch kit
A tasty morsel, who knows what my cost will be
I stay the masistic lunatic of black sorcery
Ring the alarm and Alkatrazz will inflict harm
Won't be disarmed, it seems I posses a devilish charm
I seem to hypnotize my foes by the fear within
By the time I'm through, they do my biddin' with sinister grins
I'm known to laugh, while others struggle, seem to break in panic
Alkatrazz is labeled as Satanic (Hell yeah)

[Verse 13: K-Rino]
Yo', my overall meditative hypnosis
Is gained through daily carbon monoxide overdoses
Each word I write is like a rough caper
They put my pencil in jail
For tryin' to rape a fuckin' sheet of paper
When I chant, the most powerful man can't
Withstand the magic of a spiritual transplant
Twenty three years, and nothin' could stop me
Would've been twenty six
But it took mama three years to drop me
It's like sex when my thoughts run over
Put a rubber on my pencil
So it wouldn't nut in my folder
Suckas, I beat you down, then execute your wives
My book has rhymes from past, present, and future lives
Lyrical masses smashes and crashes
I keep havin' flashes of volcanic ashes
I swing and slap, when I knock out a bum
Kicked so much ass in July, that August was scared to come

[Verse 14]
Bitch, I'm called the tragedy, so step yo' ho ass back
And beware of this mothafuckin' fatal head crack
Bitch, you ain't know? I guess I should've told ya
That I'm a killer, ho, and I'll run yo' mothafuckin' ass over
But it's too late for that shit, it's gettin' serious
I'm droppin' body after body, and them laws get curious
So I watch my back just incase of an emergency (Yeah)
Mothafuckas out there never heard of me
Can I rip this mic in half? I'll slice your throat and laugh
I'm hard as a rock, ho, and sharp as mothafuckin' glass
So, it ain't no stoppin' this mothafuckin' massacre
Don't try and outlast her, n***as comin' after ya

[Verse 15]
Hello, it's Dr. Feelgood, but Feelgood, bitch, it's worse than that
Six shots in yo' back, how you like that, black?
Most n***as, they run up, more n***as get gunned up
Pumps the fun up, S.P.C. fucked yo' son up
Gettin' yo' staff, that stash is to test the skill
This yo' chance to grants, while [?blindfold?] buck that skrill
I ain't no dog and if you wanna test, then press yo' luck
That bulletproof vest can't protect that chest, shit, flex this pump
Bitch, you better take heed, I'm rippin' up domes, so high it stanks
I'm smokin' on danks, so roll this thangs, pumped up the MAC's
They comin' out smooth, bitch, better keep yo' cool
Damn well, I'm a fool, comin' out the-

[Verse 16: Point Blank]
If you fuck with me, I'mma put my hands on you
Even the ones that down, I'mma act like I don't know you
All bullshit to the side, kitty games, I don't play
And I'm serious what I say, I'll blow your ass away
Mothafucka, I'mma bear, I roll solo or in packs
Born and raised in the ghetto
Deep up underneath the cracks
So when I say I'm solid, best believe I'm made of steel
You can be paralyzed and still get a pack
Of shit they say you never feel
Oh, shit, is he real? Yeah, hell yeah, I'm real
Clutch me, better yet, touch me
And visualize a man that don't say much
If shots got to be buck, then they gon' buck
'Cause I don't play much
Intimidate suckas with the sound of my vocals
But I don't get the props that I deserve, 'cause I'm local
Some people think I'm crazy, I ain't crazy, I'm just ignorant
All my acts are premeditated, but you don't dig it
I stick it up your asshole far as I can push it
The man I'm talkin' about, couldn't be Point Blank
Now would it? Hell yeah, it's me, bitch
You fucked up when you opened up your ear
Now you slipped into a coma, and I wasn't even there
But, um, my brother locked down for the moment
And Ice Lord just got popped, on the drop
But I can't hold it, the situations critical
Everybody lookin' pitiful
It ain't what you said when you dissed against the principle
So for you all you clicks, and you clans, and you crews
From the east coast, to the west coast
Talkin' 'bout you payin' dues, step into this mass
And you gon' catch a blast
Fuckin' with this click and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!
N***a

[Outro]
Rahh
Yeah, always say it's bring it to yo' ass
N***a, bring it to yo' ass